(And typing every man, woman, and duck-billed platypus I see, but honestly, who here doesn't do that?)
I swam in the Snowy River on a hot summer's day under the Gum trees with two platypus. At first they were inquisitive, as I was, but after swimming around me for a while they decided I wasn't interesting and went off to feed.
If I'd had my wits about me, I would have asked their type. If I had met them in a pub, the first thing I would have asked them is their type. But on a lazy summer's day, high in the Snowy Mountains, I forgot myself and forgot to ask.
So I haunt the Welcomes and Introductions, hoping they will turn up. And in lieu I get to welcome you.
Empress Moonchild: In the beginning it is always dark.
Bastian: What is that?
Empress Moonchild: One grain of sand. It is all that remains of my vast empire.
Bastian: Fantasia has totally disappeared?
Empress Moonchild: Yes
Bastian: Then everything has been in vain.
Empress Moonchild: No, it hasn't. Fantasia can arise in you. In your dreams and wishes Bastian.
Empress Moonchild: Open your hand.
Empress Moonchild: What are you going to wish for?
Bastian: I don't know.
Empress Moonchild: Then there will be no Fantasia any more.
Bastian: How many wishes do I get?
Empress Moonchild: As many as you want. And the more wishes you make, the more magnificent Fantasia will become.
Empress Moonchild: Try it.
...and that is how Typo C was created
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Originally Posted by Edgar
Spamtar - a strange combination of boorish drunkeness and erudite discussions, or what I call "an Irish academic"